I am in a Christian fundamentalists' house, he is questioning me, or trying to show me that he's right about something, but it ends up as him answering my questions. He has a huge house, mansion, with many rooms and workers to keep it all clean. He is showing me charts trying to prove that 78% of Americans really worship the Devil. We stand outside. He has a notebook and a chair out there. The garden is mostly unkept.

He has a very dirty pool of water in a concrete system of sunken holes, full of seaweed and water fungus. The lowest one has a plug in the bottom and is only the size of a coffin. The next layer up is larger, and has 2 outlets in 2 of its corners. Then, on the third layer where we stand, a path leads to his house, and there are some other mystical concrete constructs. As he reads from his list of what types of people are most susceptible to worshipping the devil, I find a large metal key on top of one of the pillars, it is covered in cobwebs and muck.

I look at his chart and ask him exactly what activities makes a person a "Devil Worshipper". He shows me the chart, and says that 78% of people do such activities. I ask him again - "What actually activities are involved that make you count these people as Devil Worshippers?". He apologizes and says he's forgotten to write that down in his report. I watch him as he starts the list.

The first item... "Halloween activists", actually, he then deletes the second word and replaces it with "terrorists". I very much keep it in mind to ask him what that means later. I see a keyhole in one of the lower concrete pillars and prepare to try to unlock it with the key I'm holding.

He writes "MCMLXII" in his list, and I prepare to ask him if this means that he thinks anyone who watches films from a particular company are Devil Worshippers. He continues writing other ludicrous items. As I put the chunky key into the keyhole and twist it, he looks at me and I tell him to just continue with his list. Knowing fundamentalists, he probably also puts down Wicca, homosexuality, etc. Before he finishes however, gurgling sounds come from beneath his garden and his small pool drains away into the Earth.

We can hear water appearing somewhere else in his large garden. The look of surprise on his face tells me he's never figured out how it all works. When I unlock it, fresh water pours out of a pillar into the second level bath, filling the lowest one again with new water. The excess water in the second level drains out through its two corners. We discuss for a moment how clever this system of pipes and water is.

This was pretty much the end of one dream, but the beginning of another. I find myself in the same garden, in the same place, at night time. The fundamentalist is asleep in his house, with his security systems and security officer guarding the perimeter of his house, but not the garden. A mystical gateway places me suddenly on a platform a mile above the garden. The clouds around are glowing red. On the platform are two square stone pillars that are slowly rotating. The atmosphere is chilling, and familiar.

It is Hellraiser... this is Pinhead's dimension. From the slabs on the pillars drop four chains per pillar, the chains and pillars are splattered with blood, gristle and occasional unidentifiable human remains. On the end of each chain is a small sharp hook. Pinhead commands these and can control them to tear people apart. The demon itself appears and speaks to me, and I realize I have discovered that the fundamentalist himself has been perverting people, bringing them to Pinhead. I am one such person. So, I need to escape.

There are no Cenobites around. Behind me appears a massive staircase, miles long, descending back into the garden and I step slowly down the stairs, walking backwards, as Pinhead stands in unholy glory, confronting me. He plays his first card... and as he does so, I realize his tactic and am full of fear.

He raises the pillars with the chains to a ridiculous height, ten times their original height. The chains themselves get longer. As they get higher, the chains begin to swing outwards, covering a greater and greater distance. From these I must run, before they latch on to my flesh.

Then I remember I have the key and I hold it. I am back in the garden and am pushing a concrete door closed. The chains whip through the doorway, erratically jumping around as if they were electrified, and searching for me. I escape and leave the door open. When the fundie comes, he will unwittingly be the next victim.

I love Hellraiser, Pinhead and the Cenobites, they are deeply yummy. This is my first dream to actually have elements from the films in them. The dream was also interesting in that I appeared to be in America, and also because the fate of the fundie was so simple in its symbolism. Perhaps the film called "The Secret Garden" has the garden, and I think some of the concrete floor structures resembled some of an area of a park in Seattle, on Mercer Island, where I have walked around and imagined what it would be like if it was partially flooded.